[ Lulled into a half-doze as they prop up together for a few minutes, he eventually gets enough of a crick in his neck to straighten a little with the intention of rumbling out heading back to party-town on that sofa - never quite gets that far.
He can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen Gamzee without his make-up, once fleetingly and only for a split second when he visited a little too early and the other man fled to the bathroom, presumably to wake up. Dave's never seen the ugly scars stretching across his face before in this much sharp relief, especially without the shadowing glaze of his sunglasses, and doesn't pretend not to be looking, the hand in Gamzee's hair skimming down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the ends of the scars. Dave knows something about needing to hide part of your face, only comfortable without his shades around a handful of people that now include the man draped in his arms.
The moment passes and he leans in to plant a soft kiss over the bridge of Gamzee's nose, peppering light pecks all the way over the bottle-tracks until he can feel the softness of a cheek alongside raw tough skin. ]
You better be ready for round two later.
[ - just in case Gamzee has any of the same issues Dave's already (mostly) worked through. Thinks he isn't attractive or that those marks lessen who he is somehow. Also because Dave really is going to jump his bones and hell, it's as good a time as any to be honest about it.
The hand on a smooth back sweeps upward between broad shoulders, Dave's breath lingering over the other man's lips. Red eyes remain slit, peering beneath clumpy lashes. ]
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He can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen Gamzee without his make-up, once fleetingly and only for a split second when he visited a little too early and the other man fled to the bathroom, presumably to wake up. Dave's never seen the ugly scars stretching across his face before in this much sharp relief, especially without the shadowing glaze of his sunglasses, and doesn't pretend not to be looking, the hand in Gamzee's hair skimming down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the ends of the scars. Dave knows something about needing to hide part of your face, only comfortable without his shades around a handful of people that now include the man draped in his arms.
The moment passes and he leans in to plant a soft kiss over the bridge of Gamzee's nose, peppering light pecks all the way over the bottle-tracks until he can feel the softness of a cheek alongside raw tough skin. ]
You better be ready for round two later.
[ - just in case Gamzee has any of the same issues Dave's already (mostly) worked through. Thinks he isn't attractive or that those marks lessen who he is somehow. Also because Dave really is going to jump his bones and hell, it's as good a time as any to be honest about it.
The hand on a smooth back sweeps upward between broad shoulders, Dave's breath lingering over the other man's lips. Red eyes remain slit, peering beneath clumpy lashes. ]